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i didnt even get a death scene to myself
very cool
Tomato's gonna win.
Not me.
I'm going to die next chapter, believe me.
I'm a fortune teller.
im planning to make a fanfiction if i have the time
Me too
nice
Watch me win
By doing nothing
watch me die
Ok I get to write the part where I kill myself off now
Epic
Aug 31, 2020
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#594
HorribleTomato wrote:
Ok I get to write the part where I kill myself off now
Do you actually want to do that?
Yes
lmao
Sep 1, 2020
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#600
Chapter 10: Tomato REVAMPED
Tomato couldn’t feel the pain from his wound, but he felt himself getting weaker. He felt the loss of blood that Pin had taken from him, and that hurt in a way even people immune to pain could still feel.
It was fine, though. He was more than capable of surviving this. All he needed was a safe place to rest, eat, and heal. So long as he didn’t run into any other people, he should be fine.
Suddenly, an arrow found its mark in Tomato’s knee. His vision started to go a bit fuzzy, but that was definitely the outline of a human being with a bow somewhere in those dark trees ahead of him.
Tomato dove behind a tree and clumsily unwrapped his emergency bagel, only managing to get a single bite out of it before another arrow pierced it.
“That’s a poison arrow, so I recommend that you don’t eat any more of that bagel, you intellectual peon,” Quach gloated from behind cover.
Tomato paused for a bit, examining his food. “You’re not bluffing,” he whispered.
“I don’t have a need to bluff. I’m so much smarter than you, you wouldn’t even be able to understand it.”
“That… doesn’t make any sense.”
“Exactly!”
“Can you just leave me alone, please? I’m politely requesting you to leave me alone.” Tomato wasn’t usually one to basically beg, but it was a dire juncture he’d found himself in. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Quach nocked an arrow and shot it.
The projectile soared past Tomato, missing him by a vast distance before finding its mark somewhere behind him.
Togepi collapsed on the ground, the arrow perfectly buried in his chest.
“I barely got any screen time,” he managed to protest before collapsing.
“Sure, Tomato. Working with you would be the best thing that I could do,” Quach agreed amicably. “I’m quite glad that you’ve proposed this, actually. I calculate that my odds of winning have went up from 93% to 97%. Now, if only we-”
Before Quach could decide on a plan of action, his head was brutally removed from his body. There behind him stood auk, a sword in his hand.
“Hey, auk,” Tomato greeted weakly. “I kind of get the feeling that you’re not here to offer me an alliance.”
“It’s nothing personal, Tomato,” Auk grimly said. “It’s just business.”
“I won’t just let you kill me,” Tomato whisphered, drawing his sword.
In a quick move, Auk rushed forward and disarmed Tomato with a flick of his sword. If Tomato were healthy, he would have undoubtedly been able to counter this move, but sadly, he was not.
Auk kicked Tomato down and stabbed him in the heart.
“Now this… this is so, so sad.” With his final words spoken, Tomato passed away.
Three cannon shots boomed. Oof, Auk, Nubby, Rick. Four tributes left.
And Pin, you are definitely a young boy. Definitely.